There was some kind of writing colony or academic conference thing; there were many of us in a room together. The participants were not people I knew from real life, but in the dream they were sharply differentiated, with distinctive features. Men and women in about equal numbers.
Gradually, I came to realize I was dreaming. At that point I knew I could do anything I wanted...
The wealth of detail in this dream was extraordinary.
You are getting really good at dreaming, the ones below as well, the 1847 manuscript.
ReplyDeleteI don't know that dreaming can be something to be good at. It just sort of happens to you.
ReplyDeleteI would say good is when you get that kind of clarity of detail. I also like some of the narratives, perhaps it is I who am good at dreaming.
ReplyDeleteI dreamed, when I had that contract on a book I did not agree with, that I wanted to take a shower but could not because César Vallejo's corpse was hanging in a body bag from the shower-head, and was so heavy I could not lift it off. I called a colleague to come over and help, and even with two of us, we could not.